Monthly Archives: June 2013

Take an ordinary round pudding basin and smear it thickly with a mixture — equal quantities — of butter and demerara sugar, mixed together with the back of a spoon. Line the basin with ordinary short paste (1/2lb flour, 1/4lb … Continue reading →

Oh, the ‘bus, the ‘bus! We had been complaining that our particular rural district was so much on the way to nowhere — that it would never pay to run a daily ‘bus service. And we ourselves grumbled that the … Continue reading →

To-day I was watching the cows feeding in a meadow golden with buttercups. One of them was lightly flicking off the flower heads into her mouth. She continued to do this for a minute or two, then settled to the … Continue reading →

I was searching for a corner seat on the train next the corridor and many of these were labelled engaged and otherwise occupied. In one compartment I found a young mother nursing a baby while another child lay asleep on … Continue reading →

Lately two Scottish housewives have told me that they can bake better scones with sweet than with sour milk, and one of these drew the general conclusion that sour milk has a tendency to make the outsides hard of touch. … Continue reading →

When I looked out of my bedroom window one morning I saw groups of men, women and children apparently picnicking in a field a little way off. They were standing in groups, or walking leisurely about, occasionally stooping to the … Continue reading →

I am writing this in an Essex farm garden and I am not likely to forget that I am in a southern county for the ardour of the sun, the quality of the atmosphere, the character of the crops, the … Continue reading →

We had a company of Boy Scouts camping up here for a fortnight and I went up to see them. I would wish you were with me. They were encamped on the fell side, close to a farm you know, … Continue reading →

“Did you know I am going with Ooie tomorrow with a load of young cattle. Father says it is 16 miles and we will be off before you are out of bed. Aha! ” And the 11-year-old put his head … Continue reading →

Somebody writing in last Saturday’s issue under “Current Topics” spoke of attending the women’s meeting in Edinburgh in order to learn as “a mere man … his true position of subordination” … “now that it is settled that women are … Continue reading →